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[her_own_rules]

[ Barbara takes a seat, and starts pulling things out, laying them on the log next to her and the wide open other side of it. Water bottles, those sandwiches, and the rest. ]

No. I'd classify it more as 'desperate,' 'ill-timed,' 'ill-planned,' and 'missing concrete evidence for action,' though I would ask you not to repeat that. I want us to be honest, but I'm not here to lie about my opinions on any of it, or provide you with ammunition that could hurt my family members, whether they've acted deplorably or not.

[copsormasks]

That's putting it nicely. [And Jason shrugs noncommitally.] Whatever, I won't tell anyone you think they suck. There?

[Jason doubts the same conditions are being applied to any conversations about him, but he doesn't say it out loud.]

[her_own_rules]

[ Barbara's not sure she considers that putting it nicely, and she knows that it wound, and insult Damian somewhat at the level where he needs deeply to be accepted by all of them at this age. Where the slightest implication of 'not being good' only equaled that 'no one would keep him' in his mind. They've come so far, and it's easier to identify so much of it in retrospect. In a lot of ways, both boys are so incredibly alike, she's starting to think. ]

Thank you. [ She took one of the sandwhiches and started unwrapping it. ] I acknowledge that it's all been greatly mishandled, and what happened never should have happened to you, but there are people here who care about what you're going through. There've been people being pulled in from our worlds since Etraya first opened, and most of the time, it's almost too assumed we're all ready to work together from the first blush.

[copsormasks]

Oh fuck off. [Jason rolls his eyes again at the mention of people caring. He knows Chrissy cares and that's about it. When has trusting people ever gotten him anywhere?] I'm not gonna listen to this crap. Don't come out all this way just to spoon-feed me garbage.

[Jason shakes out his tent again and is about two seconds from going back inside and ignoring Barbara's presence.]

[her_own_rules]

[ She takes, and finishes, a bite of her sandwhich before responding. Showing that she's in no hurry to be huffy or hurt by his words. She raised two wildly different Batgirls and basically 'parented' them through their roughest and most triumphant times. You can't have one without the other. Not among their family.

(Not unless you were Barbara Gordon.)

You can't expect an abandoned person to embrace you. ]


Would you rather I came out here to tell you off for a fight you didn't start?

[copsormasks]

Didn't stop them. [Jason hisses back, lingering near the opening to his tent.]

[her_own_rules]

I'm not them.

[ It really is that simple.
She's not, and she never has been.
She had her own trajectory always. ]

Neither are you.

It's not a bad thing,
it just is what it is.

[copsormasks]

Thanks, Leslie. [Another eye roll before Jason starts to duck back into his tent to start packing up again.] Any other great advice?

[her_own_rules]

[ Barbara eats another bite of her sandwich slowly, not panicking in any visible fashion as he keeps getting nearer and nearer to disappearing into the tent. Half of the boy's problem four days ago was that they kept pressing even after he'd shut down entirely.

She doesn't ignore it. She's watching Jason do it.

Calmly. She swallows. Doesn't move. ]


Yeah. Just one.

Make sure to see a doctor or one of the medbots before the end of the week.

You've six to eight weeks before it fully heals, but going without a nasal splint, at least while you're sleeping, or consistent medical verification and repositioning will increase the likelihood of your nose healing crooked. You don't deserve to be staring at that in every mirror, thinking about this for the rest of your life.

[copsormasks]

[Jason pops his head back out of the tent at the medical advice. He's expected a lecture about being nicer to the bats or some other absurdity, but this is actually helpful. He fully emerges from the tent and gently feels around his nose.]

When I get back into town I'll do that.

[her_own_rules]

Yeah.

[ There's a small nod, and shift of one shoulder.
An easy-ish shrug to go with her relaxed posture. ]

Most of the puffiness should be gone now, but it's no fun having it re-cracked to get it re-set because you decide you're too cool for medical advice. [ A beat. Then. ] Speaking from experience here. No insult intended. [ Not that you can tell, even close up. But that's the point. She got it fixed. She followed the stupid rules. It just hurt like a bitch letting a medical team break, again, first. ] I'm guessing this is your first?

[copsormasks]

Yeah. [Jason starts, then stops.] I mean, I've gotten hit in the face like a dozen time, but this is the first broken nose.

[He shifts to possibly sit on the log opposite her before changing his mind to focus on the dwindling fire.]

[her_own_rules]

[ Barbara doesn't let the edges of her mouth twitch.
She takes another bite of her sandwich. Nodding again. ]

First is the worst—just a kind of red haze blinding. Not saying any later ones are better, or that anyone needs more than one, but you don't worry about those smaller floating bone fragments as much. The occasional difficulty breathing during it becomes normal, and you already know to expect bloody noses. And the punch-dodging, which you're also going to need to get good at in the next two months.

If the time clock holds and our next mission is right in the middle of that.
There's no telling whether we'll have anything like medical out there.

[ She makes a mental note to have backup medical supplies for him in her pack. ]

[copsormasks]

[That's a lot of information that Jason soaks up.] Chrissy already reset it.

[Or tried to. Jason doesn't realize that he's revealing someone he trusts to a Bat he doesn't trust.]

I don't think it's too bad. It's the concussion that has me fucked up.

[her_own_rules]

[ Well. That narrows one list. ]

Not really the best place for the rehabilitation of one of those, either. [ Barbara looks around the open grounds of the forest. And the little tent. Consideringly. It's shitty. But it could be worse. He got to the light-intensity activity early on getting out here, which is a good sign. Even his moving around right now is. It's flat ground. It's sunlit but with cover. (Not on fire, not being trampled, idiots won't come for him in the night here.) Before going back to him. ]

You're moving slowly but not inhibited. Your senses are still sharp.
I'm assuming the dizziness and headache are a yes, in general.

Any memory loss or changes to your vision? Taste? Smell?

[copsormasks]

Uh. [Jason feels a bit uncomfortable with saying anything that might come off at a weakness to someone who is clearly connected to the belfry that assaulted him.]

Yeah, got a headache. Some dizziness. Got some issues trying to focus my eyes on stuff. Like a single point. Can't seem to get my eyes to work together.

[her_own_rules]

[ Her mouth presses for a moment.
It's not anger, but concern. ]

That's not great, Jason.

[ Her voice strives for evenness,
but she can't quite tell if it hits. ]

It usually falls under brain fog.

Do you have anyone checking on you out there? [ She raises the hand—with the sandwhich (which flops about a little)—to ward off his first response. ] I'm not asking for names or times or anything. Just—do you have someone coming by regularly to make sure you're still able to wake up while you're recovering from it?

[ Someone who has any chance of moving him if he suddenly doesn't. ]

[copsormasks]

[Jason goes quiet as he watches Barbara ask some rather pointed questions he would rather not answer. He has no one coming out here. He directs his gaze down and away before he starts properly putting out the smoldering remains of the fire with some dirt and his boot.

The answer is a no, even if he doesn't say it out loud.]

[her_own_rules]

[ She's not surprised, but it's worrying.
It claims a few more of her ribs in a vice.

She takes a bite of her sandwich, and
this time, it's to keep herself from speaking.

She lets her mind turn it over,
instead of her heart lunge.


Then. ]

One. Do you think you can find someone to do it?


Two. I have an alternative idea for accomplishing it. You might not like it,
but it does offer entirely non-personal, non-interactive options.

[copsormasks]

[Jason finishes stomping out the fire and returns to his log, all to buffer his answer.]

Guess I could call Chrissy.

[Or, he supposes there's someone else. Someone he may have burned a bridge with, but he thinks would still come out to see him.]

Or Bruce. The one I like, not belfry Bruce.

[Then he considers the last message he left Bruce. Maybe not.]

What's the other option?

[her_own_rules]

[ The younger Bruce probably could deal with a friendly face about now, too. But that's likely only if he's out the first one or two waves of his reaction to Damian's sudden age regression. She knows whatever the scene was, it wasn't good. But she also knows the level of dramatics that one gets up to at times, especially after living in a bubble with him for over a year now. ]

Either are a good option, if you'll ask them.

[ Except. Jason—at least the one she knows—hasn't been good at that.
The requirement to admit fault. The flaw of seeing it as admitting weakness. ]

The other option is—I will set a time, whatever time you prefer, when a message, symbol, or, again, whatever you choose, will be delivered on your personal HUD system daily. Open the message and tap your earbud; it'll respond with a positive ping, indicating that you are still conscious. It doesn't have to be words, and I won't use it as an excuse to barrage you with them, either. However, I can set it up to repeat once if you don't answer within an hour, and if two pings go unanswered by the end of that next window, it can notify Aurora and the medical bots of a potential emergency.

[copsormasks]

[Is it bad that Jason would rather answer some mechanical ping than talking to anyone in person? Because Jason would rather answer a mechanical ping than talk to anyone in person. He's emotionally exhausted and he'd rather not bring the belfry down on him again.]

Sure, I'll do the ping thing.

[Jason settles on his log, but he also looks quite a bit desolate.]

[her_own_rules]

[ She's not surprised he jumps for that one, and getting that right makes her want to reach for something else—like telling him he could ask her to send supplies or food—and while it makes her want to press, she bites it down, bites it back. She just said she wouldn't use it as leverage. For even a single byte of data in a message.

She has to honor that.
Even right now.

It's a step.
Half of one.

In some ways, a bigger one than she thought of heading out here.
Even if it'll be seconds, it'll still be seconds each day.
She can ensure that he's safe every day. It's a start. ]


I'll set it up tonight, once I'm home.

[copsormasks]

Sure. Cool.

[Jason feels a bit like a kid that's been caught doing something wrong, but he supposes he could be better about reaching out for help.

Nah. That'll never happen.]

You said you knew Dick? My Dick?

[Or maybe he heard it in a dream. His dreams have been wild since the concussion.]

[her_own_rules]

I did.

[ It's easy, and fast.
There's the smallest smile. ]

I miss him, as weird as it is to miss people here.
When you wouldn't wish them to be stuck here, all the same.